Is Frank Igwebueze in the house? Good morning Frank. I woke up this morning thinking of MKO Abiola and his philanthropic obsession. A particular incident involving you came to mind as I stepped into the bathroom and I started laughing. I do a lot of reminiscences these days and this bring smiles to my face and lighten my mood even when I am worried about some unsavory developments in our society .
What can one do now but be happy looking back at the varied experiences one has had in life.
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Frank , I hope you still remember sometime in the early 90’s when the late musician Sunny Okosun was going on a trip to America and requested for assistance from Abiola, your boss , our boss then. The lot fell on you to deliver the message from Abiola to Okosun. When Abiola handed over $20,000, or was it $25,000, in an envelope to you, to deliver to him , it was in consternation you said: Chairman , is this not staggering? “ And he replied “ there is nothing staggering in that Frank, it is you that is staggering “. What a sense of humor? What a generous soul?
Such was the life of MKO. As his employee in the Concord Press we were served free lunch every day, quality food at that. At the beginning of the month we were handed a bundle of meal tickets . Every afternoon we proceeded to the cafeteria and present our ticket for the day and we were served our choice of meal. This must sound like fiction now or a tale from communist Soviet Union to present day journalists who are sometimes owed six months salary by proprietors who live large without giving a thought to it that an unpaid journalist is like a lethal virus to the society.
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In 1989, as Chairman of Concord Chapel of Nigeria Union of Journalists, MKO one day gave me an appointment to see him in his Ikeja home at 9.00 pm . On the dot of 9.00 pm I arrived the house to receive a message that he had to attend to an emergency and I should wait for him . I waited until 1.00 am. At such late hour MKO,s house was filled with visitors and favor seekers from far and near.
With profuse apologies he attended to me. On my way out he asked: “ how do you get home at this hour ?” I replied that I will walk to the road and hail a kabukabu, the precursor of uber and taxify. “ Ok I wish you good luck but see me in the morning tomorrow at 10.00 am.
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I was there at 10.00 am and MKO was waiting for me with a key to a Peugeot 504 car. I was shown to the car in his garage. “ That is yours”, he said. I was dumbfounded. I could barely and coherently muttered “thank you chief” I suddenly out of joy and shock became a stammerer like him. I was overwhelmed by the “staggering “ effect.
I have never driven a motor car before that day and had no drivers’ license . It was my first car.
I thought to myself , this car must leave this place with me this morning. There was no gambling leaving it behind.
I have watched people drove and observed the motion they made. I jumped into the car as if I was a Formula One driver. I took a look at the gear, the brake , and the clutch. I nodded to myself that I can do this. I will move this car. I maneuvered my way out of the compound, albeit with trepidation, and break out of sweat, a deluge of it like someone in a sauna.
As I hit the highway my heart was in my mouth, I held the steering as if it was going to drop out of my hand. If I had been stung by a bee at that moment I would not have taken my hand off the steering to rub my wound.
I made it to my apartment on Funmilayo Street In Ikosi Ketu . It felt like I have driven from Lagos to Kano . I felt heroic like an astronaut who has just stepped out of a space ship in a historical leap for humanity.
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In no long time I started taking love propelled junkets to a lakeside resort by Ethiope River in Abraka and making reportorial adventures from Lagos to Ilorin, to Bida, Suleija and from there to the emerging capital Abuja .
This was all alone in a Peugeot car, and driving night and day. It was a time when there were no fears of bandits and night marauders. There was no apprehension of any kind . The only company I used to have was the pulsating revolutionary beats of Fela Kuti, Bob Marley and Peter Tosh.
At this pristine time there was only one hotel owned by a rich man from Niger State, can’t remember the name now. The hotel was the hub of Abuja contractors, fortune and fun seekers , as well as reporters like me.
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Back then Agura Hotel , which later emerged as the haven of hospitality before it was overthrown by Transcorp , was still under construction if not conception.
Those were days and such was a man who gave me the wheels to be on a roll.
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